User blog comment:Lordsunflash/Submission and Rebellion/@comment-3474228-20110429234907

One vermin, a ferret, finds the paw of Claudius pointing at him. Saluting, he takes out his pike and runs down a squirrel, not more than two seasons old. Feeling the eyes of Claudius boring into his back, he sighs. "Sorry, likkle baby, 'tis the orders o' Claudius I'm followin', an' nothin' else."

Closing his eyes, he thrusts the pike downwards, the blood spraying all over the ground and the considerate ferret himself. He whispers. "This is not why I joined this group. I should have never come here." He hears the scream of the mother of the squirrel.

Opening his eyes, he gets one glance at the squirrel's horrendous features until the head of the woodlander thuds onto the ground, rolling to a stop at his feet.